One of those things that makes me wonder. Am I a freak because I read Warrior Cats? Or was I into Warrior Cats because I was intrinsically always a freak?
I think I read all forty that were out at the time at least twice. I’m not ashamed to be a Warrior Cats kid. They had a surprising emotional depth. I stood in the eye of the fandom hurricane and did not become a furry. By age 9, Warriors had taught me to draw, to write universes of original character cat fanfiction, to lead an online roleplay group of 20+ with ease, and how a cat might dress a battle wound using medicinal herbs found only in Britain.
